#i just got home and smoke weed and AHHHHH

[kiwidotcom]

THE RICH GUY THAT FUNDS THE COMPANY I WORK FOR HAS SEASON PASSES TO CANUCKS AND IM GOING TO SEE MY FIRST HOCKEY GAME IN PERSON FIRST FLIPPIN ROW CANUCKS VS OILERS

[1800nosleep]

STUDYING WITH THEM !!

all of my characters i write for + my ocs!!

pt one

warnings;; gn! reader, cigarette and weed smoking, age of the reader will differ depending on the character, high school/ college student! reader, fluff to the extreme, so sweet you'll get cavities.

(a/n) since it's back-to-school season, I'm terrified for anyone and everyone in school, so have this as a soft reminder that school is coming or is already here !!

THE LOST BOYS

David;

do NOT go to david if you need help studying, he will not help you focus, he'll do the opposite

he is a fucking menace

your attention isn't on him, so he's clearly upset

he is chain smoking cigarettes as he attempts to distract you

"y/n, why are you taking so long?" "cuz you're not helping me at all, unlike i asked you to."

you've got two options, ignore him and have problems later, or risk failing

funniest thing about all this, I hc that david was once a college student

^ obviously when he was still alive but whatever

but i'm a strong believer that he was a history major

do NOT ask him to help you if you are a history major, he will bully you, and he will not help you at all

to conclude, don't study around him and don't ask him for help at all, it will be the worst and most stressful experience of your life

Paul;

he is so AHHHHH! i love paul so much, you don't understand

anyways, he is so helpful, unlike some people

he is asking you questions, reading your notes, and much more

blessing on earth frfr

he is so sweet and rewarding, every time you get something right, you get a small reward

whether it be a kiss, a small hickey, or a chance to sit in his lap

he wants his love to succeed in life, so he is very, VERY dedicated to his job as an at home tutor

even though he has no fucking idea what you are studying

sometimes he is stoned while he helps you and it isn't all that helpful, he'll fuck up on his words and will definitely confuse you

but in conclusion, he is much more helpful than previous people, and he cares a lot more about you succeeding, i love him so much

Marko;

lord help me, he is so unbothered

he won't help you unless you ask him

even when you do ask him, he will do the bare minimum

he is begging and pleading for you to quit studying and cuddle him and kiss him

like bro, please

anyways, when he does help you, he'll read you the textbook in the most teenage boy way ever

he is struggling to read the most basic words ever

learning disability marko my beloved

but he is constantly asking you to tell him how to read and pronounce the words to the point where it feels like you're the one helping him study

"babe please, how do you say this?" "babe please, please!"

if you don't help him, i swear to god

in conclusion, marko tries when you want him to help but just know, that you'll be his tutor more than he'll be yours

Dwayne;

husband

anyways... he is such a sweetheart when he helps you

lemme set the scene cuz lord

you're sitting on his lap, you're textbook in hand, his arm around your waist and his head on your shoulder

he's softly reading to you as you take notes and his voice is so soothing like GOD PLEASE !!!

"are you still paying attention?" "come on, tell me what I just said to you."

bitch if you aren't paying attention, i just, UGH

similar to paul, he is a strong believer in rewarding his lover when they do well so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after your little study session

i love him so much lord help me

he is so caring and loving when it comes to you're education, also similar to paul, he wants to see his lover succeed in school

so of course he is helping you in any way possible

in conclusion, dwayne is another blessing on earth, who cares about his lovers education and desires to see them succeed

thank you for coming to my ted talk

anyways thank you for reading

likes and reblogs are appreciated and hcs about our boys are very much welcomed in my inbox !!

please do not steal or repost my content as that is plagiarism and a crime

[the1975attheirverybest]

The girl that said that Matty gave her his number also said that she texted it and he never replied so 🤷‍♀️

And on the topic of housewives, I often imagine being married to Matty and having a work from home job. He's been doing press stuff for an upcoming album and has been stressed about the release and how fans will respond to it. His last few weeks have been busy with photoshoots, interviews, finishing off the album in the studio etc. He's hardly had time to text you, and has been arriving home late every night after you've gone to bed. But now he's got the weekend off so you make his favourite dinner, clean and tidy the house and make sure you've got plenty of wine/weed so you can stay in all weekend cosy enjoying each others company.

Maybe Matty had a similar idea and stopped off on his way home to pick up even more wine and a tonne of snacks so he turns up with shopping bags full and you both have a laugh about it

🌷🌷

BABE THIS IS SOOO SOFT AND CUTE I JUST-AHHHHH!!!! Do you hear that?!! That’s the sound of my heart exploding with cuteness and fluffffff omggggg. I love it so so so so much. And SO WOULD MATTY. it come home after all that stress and finally have a moment to breathe and just find his favorite things and his favorite human and just be able to chill and be himself and eat and smoke and hang out 🥹🥹🥹🥹 A DREAM

[the-grimm-writer]

Dabi keeping his darling drugged so he can keep them sweet and compliant 🥴

Ahhhhh this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lmao

Tw: angst, dubcon, oral (fem recieving), drug usage, smoking, dumbification? (kinda), praise, dabi's kinda sweet in like a really fucked up way, fem reader

A small high only went so far until you started craving more.

It had always calmed you down at first, the scent of marijuana heavy in the room, music playing in the background as Dabi blew smoke into your mouth, laughing whenever the hit was too strong for you and you'd break into a fit of coughs.

"Relax," he breathed smoke into your face the first time he'd gotten it out. "Just take a hit. Don't tell me you're scared of a plant."

At first you hated it. When he first took you, the last thing you wanted was to have a smoke sesh with your captor of all people. 

But you started to learn fairly quickly it calmed both of you down. So you started to embrace it, started actually enjoying the high to escape the constant fear you lived in. Your eyes would go red quickly, feeling like your mouth was full of cotton and would laugh at stupid things.

You wouldn't even mind when he pulled you into his lap, kissing and touching and squeezing your body while you just laughed away at random stuff that popped in your head.Dabi was the more calm one. Sometimes you couldn't even tell if he was phased by it. He'd lean back lazily against the couch, joint in his mouth and puff out smoke. If he was in a good mood he liked to show off, blowing out "o" shapes and chuckling when you try to copy and fail.

You couldn't deny how pretty he looked like that in the dim lighting, a cloud of smoke surrounding him.

"Hey babe," Dabi came back to his apartment after a long day of "work" with a grin on his face, taking out a bag of weed and tossing it to you. "Giran finally got the good shit. Said it's some of the strongest around."

You took a glance at it before throwing it onto the table. "I don't want it, Dabi."

"Is this about earlier? You know I don't like coming home and fighting. Why not kiss and make up?"

"That's not what this is about. I'm sick of just sitting here and getting high."

"Oh?" He smiled, walking towards you. "Is this not good enough for you now? You need somethin' stronger?"

"No-"

"That's kinda hot." He cut you off. "Going from a little prude that was scared of getting high to wanting something more.” 

You frowned. “You never listen, do you?”

Dabi grinned, pecking your lips. “Wear something pretty tomorrow, sweetheart. I’m taking you out.” 

Him suddenly telling you he was going to take you out worried you. He’d kept you inside his little apartment for god knows how long. But you did miss going out, even if it meant you had to do it with him. 

The next evening you'd gotten ready. He stayed quiet, which you’d learned with Dabi was never a good sign. He was the silent, deadly type. A wild card. It made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t tell if you’d rather go back to being trapped in the house again or not. 

After thirty minutes, Dabi parked before turning to you. “There’s going to be a lot of shady fuckers here.” 

“Like you?” You chirped in with a snicker. 

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, like me. But if you want some creepy fuck snatching you up by the end of the night then you’ll only talk to someone if I allow it, got it?” 

You sighed, wondering why he’d put you in such a high risk situation if it was so dangerous, but you couldn’t deny you were drawn in by the loud music and flashing lights. 

Never had you been around so many felons and wanted criminals. Dabi had his arm wrapped around your waist, pointing at some of them and telling you their names but you weren’t paying attention. 

It wasn’t long until someone pulled Dabi to the side. An older man, with silver hair. He gave you a nod before he led Dabi away. 

You looked around. There wasn’t very many people that looked approachable. No matter how much you weren’t thrilled with it, you didn’t want to talk to the wrong person. Because not only would the person get cremated alive, but then Dabi would punish you. And he was always cruel with them, finding new and creative ways to really make you suffer so the lesson was burned into your brain. 

Just the thought of it happening sent shivers down your spine, and you shook off the thoughts. 

There was one guy alone in the corner by a table. He was around average height, on the thinner side. He looked vaguely familiar so you walked over to him. 

He had a disheveled appearance. Messy light blue hair and dry, cracked pale skin. He looked creepy, if you were being honest. Yet somehow he pulled it off.

Shigaraki, you think his name was, looked you up and down, making you shift in discomfort. You remembered Dabi mentioning him when you came in. 

“You a hooker or somethin’?” He asked as he lined the white powder on the table up with a card. 

You immediately shook your head. “No.” 

He stood up. “Oh. With clothes like that I thought you were. Who are you with?” 

“Dabi. He’s my...” What were you supposed to say? Boyfriend? A friend of yours? You definitely couldn’t say captor. He’d just laugh in your face. 

“Pimp?” He snickered. “Joking,” he added when you glared at him.

After a tense moment of silence he motioned to the table. “You gonna have some or what?” 

You looked at it. It felt like you were in a movie, at the point where the main character was about to hit an all time low. You made eye contact with Dabi and he smirked, motioning for you to do it. 

"Nah." You learned back, away from it. 

He grabbed you so you were face to face. "You know, everyone in this room is running from something. It's why we're villains. It's why most are willing to try it at least once. I can tell there’s something you’re hiding, so why not forget it for a while?” He motioned to the table. 

Did you have anything to lose? This wasn’t elementary school, a simple “no” and “stop” wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Besides, you were so tired of fighting. 

Finally you gave in, smiling. “Show me how it’s done, will you? Don’t be too hard on me, this is my first time doing something like this.” 

Shigaraki grinned. “Don’t worry about a thing 

Your eyes were dilated, wide and unblinking and looked around like it was a whole new world you were seeing. Shigaraki laughed, but you just ignored it and walked away from him. 

You were on the dancefloor, laughing and spinning around with other people. All their faces blurred together yet you didn’t care. You closed your eyes, still feeling the multicolored lights flashing. 

Dabi had finished his conversation with Giran, heading straight towards Shigaraki and taking a seat, watching you dance around. 

“What is she to you?”  

Dabi turned and looked at Shigaraki, a cigarette dangling in his mouth. “Mine.” 

Shigaraki hummed at his answer. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Getting her hooked on shit.” 

He shrugged at his boss. “I know what I’m doing.” 

Sometimes Dabi felt guilty, dragging you into his world. Before he took you, the life of heroes and villains barely affected you. You were just normal. A plain, average civilian. Yet he was attracted to your life, and the more he watched he couldn’t help but drag you into his.  

But you fit right in when you were in this state, soothing his doubts.

Dabi knew he was walking a fine line, getting you hooked on the rush. But that wasn’t the only thing he was doing. 

All Dabi did in life was hurt people. Hurt random, innocent people. Hurt his family despite a part of him knowing well they were also victims of his father. He even destroyed himself, every single day. 

That’s not what he wanted with you. He wanted to treat you like glass. The way you deserve to be treated. Like a fragile, beautiful being. It felt like he could only do that when you had your head in the clouds, the only time you’d allow him to touch you gently. Worship the smooth skin that was such a vibrant contrast against his.

It was beautiful, in a twisted, horrid way. This world you found yourself dragged into. You always thought there was beauty in darkness, and this was no different. 

The pleasure, you thought. That was it. That was the beauty in it. The rush, the euphoric rush as the drugs danced inside your system. 

Dabi was like a drug. You hated him, just like the drug itself, but you loved the feeling he brought you.  

You don’t remember when you got back to his house, but you’re laying in his bed, his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh tight as he gives your slit a testing lick, making you moan out. You were already so wet before he even started, noticing your arousal when he’d rubbed your clothed sex before the both of you left and felt a damp spot in your panties. It almost made him lose what little self control he had. 

The sweet noises you let out encouraged him, his rough hands running down your body as he sucked on your clit. He looked up at you, watching you moan and grind up against him, pushing up against his mouth, silently begging for more. 

“I - I -” You babbled out as he continued, licking and sucking at your cunt.

“I - I what?” You whined when he pulled away and mocked your tone, leaving you throbbing and desperately needing more, to be sent over that edge you were hanging right over. “Use your words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.” 

“Cum,” you whimpered as he started eating you out again, running your hand through his black hair and pulling at it. “I need it!” 

He groaned, and you almost cried as it vibrated against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

“Keep begging,” he demanded, his hot breath hitting your bare skin, making tears gather in your eyes. 

“Please!” You cried out, feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t release soon like you desperately needed to. “Dabi!” 

“There we go, such a good girl,” he cooed. “You know good girls get rewarded.” 

You squirmed around on the bed, body writhing in pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots, screaming out his name. 

You were going to regret this in the morning, if you even remembered it, but for now you relished in the way your tummy tightened, your whole body relaxing as you came on his mouth, your vision turning white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

Dabi wanted to fuck you, but he decided you were done for the night, barely able to keep your eyes open. 

“I hate you,” you groaned out, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. It was painfully intimate, these moments. 

He chuckled and it vibrated against you. “That’s fine, as long as that pussy keeps loving me.” 

It wasn’t long before the attitude died out of you as well. You barely talked on most days, already knowing what was to come. He hadn’t taken you out since the party, or maybe he did, you couldn’t really remember. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

You became so pliant, so pretty, so sweet and gentle when you were under the influence. All his. You’d even give him a kiss on the lips, making sure it felt real and genuine before he gave you what you truly wanted. 

And Dabi was damn proud of himself. You were addicted to some hardcore shit but he didn’t allow you to look like you were. He only let you do it once in a while, and he always made sure to feed you and take care of yourself.  

He’d never allow you to overdose. No matter how much you begged him for another dose, just a little bit more, he’d refuse.

Unfortunately it got to the point where when you were sober, you didn’t like it. You didn’t know who you were anymore and you couldn’t tell which you hated more. The fact you craved drugs or the fact that your body also craved him. 

Drugs were bad but Dabi was the worst of it all. You despised the ground he walked on, yet you couldn’t help but think you’d be lost without him. Without everything he provided you with, without the feeling he gave you. 

When he thought he was going too far, or he gave you too much, he’d call the quits for a bit. For you, those times were the worst. 

It had been a few days since Dabi decided he’d give your body a break. At least you thought it was a few days, but you couldn’t tell. It could’ve been weeks, months for all you know. 

Your head was pounding, you’d break out into sweats and chills. You’d yell, scream and cry feeling like you were going to die if you didn’t get your next fix. Dabi just stepped away for a bit, only coming back when you finally gave up and accepted it. 

After debating with himself, Dabi decided in giving you what you desired. When he came home, you were on the living room floor, asleep on your stomach. His heart clenched when he flipped you over, pushing away the hair that clung onto your sweaty skin. Your cheeks were dry with tear marks staining them. You wined when he picked you up, slowly waking up. 

"Don't fight it," Dabi mumered softly, laying you down on the couch. "You'll feel better in a moment."

You looked up at him sleepily. “What are you doing?” 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. 

Some might think he's changing you, trying to break you and twist you into something you weren't. But he wasn't.

Your lips parted and you let him slide a pill into your mouth. You swallowed it and a moan escaped you as the familiar euphoric rush jolted through your body, your eyes dilating.

You needed this. At the end of the day you needed to have the thrill. 

And there was nothing Dabi loved more than seeing the soft, lazy smile on your face as he kissed your neck, gently pulling off your clothes and moaning with bliss. 

Your head was somewhere lost, your thoughts just a blank, endless void as you just allowed your body to feel. 

Then you'd fall asleep so peacefully. No tears, no loud arguments before he wound up knocking you out or threatening to use his quirk until calm down.

Instead, he could just relax and hold you close. He could almost trick himself into thinking that this was normal, that you actually loved him. He'd close his eyes, pretending there was some sense of normalcy in his life, the way yours used to be.

Maybe it could happen one day, then he could be your drug the same way you're his. 

[reversecreek]

struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah. 

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot..... 

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

[love-your-squip]

Fourth Of July - squip squad

- MICHEAL GOES ACROSS RVE BOARDER TO BUT FIREWORKS - Jake invites everyone to his house for a party - Michael shows up with the crate of fireworks - 'FUCK YEAH EVERYONE! WHOS READY FOR SOME FIREWORKS!' - 'MICHAEL YOU CAN'T JUST BRING FIREWORKS INTO NEW JERSEY WITHOUT A PERMIT THATS ILLEGAL!' - 'Oh hush Christine, I already smoke weed, I can handle other illegal shit.' - Christine huffs, but she's actually excited for the fireworks - 'JAKE WHERE THE OPEN FIEL RICH TOLD ME ABOUT?' - 'What field? I dunno what you're talking about!' - 'ya know, the one where you and Rich had sex for the first time!' - 'RICH! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL MICHAEL WE HAD SEX IN THAT FIELD - 'Cause Michael tells me about his relationship with Jeremy. duh.' - 'MICHAEL, BABE, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK' - 'Whoop gotta go! Richard, lead the way!' - The girls laugh as the grab Jeremy and Jake and follow Rich to the field. - when they get to the field, Rich passes out a can of beer to everyone - 'okay, I'm pretty sure that beer and fire works are not a good idea' - 'oh brooke we'll be fine!' - 'yeah Brooke, listen to your girlfriend' - Brooke rolls her eyes at Jenna and takes a can - 'All right bitches, time for some fireworks!!' Michael takes a lighter from his pocket, and a few fireworks from the box - he places the four on the ground and lights all of them - the go off, two blues a pink and a green - when they come back down, one of them lands on Jeremy - 'Ha, Jeremy, your on fiiiiirrrrreeeee' - 'Rich, why would you, FUCK JEREMY YOU'RE ON FIRE' - Michael freaks out and opens another can of beer and dumbs it on Jeremy - 'Ew, gross, why the fuck did you dump beer on me?' - 'Babe, you were on fire. What else was I suppose to do?' - 'Well, I mean, I could have DONT the typical stop drop and roll. But no. Now I'm wet and sticky. - All the drunk teens snicker at that - Jeremy face palms but laughs anyways - 'COME ON! Let's light up the rest of these illegal babies before the cops come!' - Michael, not wanting to be caught by the cops, again, lights the rest of the fireworks - When they're all gone, everyone finds their s/o and they walk hand in hand back to Jake's house - Everyone can stay the night. Parents aren't ever home so they could care less. - Rich gently hugs Jake cause even though he said it in a joking tone, Rich knows how much it hurts Jake that his parents aren't even in town. - the squad already have respective rooms - Rich and Jake in Jake's room - Brooke and Chloe in his parents room - Jermey and Michael in the guest room - Jenna and Christine in Jakes older brothers old room ((yes I gave jake a brother)) - The next morning the gang wakes up to Jeremy and Jake in the kitchen with American flag pancakes - 'Jere, you do know it's the Fifth right?' - 'Don't be rude Chris, it was Jake's idea. Plus who cares. They're pancakes - 'He's got a point Chris' - 'see, Chloe gets it' Ahhhhh that sucked 😂😂 anyways Happy Fourth of July everyone!

[onedo23]

Double Fire

Near the dark isle, where a bottle of honey with animal ears and tail, a box of rice, and a lollipop with hair reside. Said lollipop is talking to previously mentioned honey bottle about the other perishables. “Sugar Bear, who’s this “Firewater” guy, and why do you want me to go see him?” Firelolly asked, unsettled by the whole ordeal. “Is it cause our names are almost identical?” He continued. “No, it’s not because of that. I want you to meet him and the others cause they're really interesting people, with lots of knowledge about Lucky’s.” Sugar Bear said. “But I don’t even know where they live!” Firelolly cried. “Oh, that. Go straight for a while, turn right, go straight some more, and you’ll be there.”    “Okay, but what do I say to them? I hate making people upset.” “I’m not sure, Firelolly. But what I think you should do is act nice, cause they've never seen you.” The bear shaped honey bottle suggested. “That’s what anybody would say, and you haven’t even told me what they are.” “Wine, grits, and a twinkie” Sugar Bear listed, while seemingly staring into space. “What?” Firelolly blurted out, at the word “twinkie.” “Why’s there a twinkie?! Last time I checked, twinkies perish!” “I don’t why he’s there, he just......is.” “This is freaking me out more. Can I take Millie, or someone?!” He asked, frantically. “I don’t see what could go wrong if you bring her, so go ahead.” “Thank god, I was getting scared that you’d say no.”

Firelolly went to Millie’s isle, after finding a pastry who looked a  lot like her, except taller,  covered in yellow spots, with stuff coming out of the bottom of her, and white curled hair. “Minnie, Uh I mean Millie! Do you wanna go visit the non perishables with me?” She slowly turned around, noticing that Firelolly had randomly popped in. “Of course! I’ve always wanted to see them in person after what people have told me. They seem really awesome!” She then paused for a second. “But where do they live? Firelolly” “I’ll show you, Sugar Bear told where they are.” After about 10 minutes of walking, and Millie occasionally outrunning Firelolly, excited to go meet the infamous trio of products. They arrived, much to Firelolly’s dismay.  “Come on Firelolly, say hello to them!” Millie whispered. “Dude, you don’t know how freaking scared I am. Only time I’ve seen them, was from far away, and I wasn’t even sure if it was them or not!” He said, shaking. “Don’t worry, it can’t be THAT bad, can it?” “....Uh, maybe? How about how go in first, Millie.” the cake roll took his advice, and told them about her being a friend of Sugar Bear. Then a low, but still home how kinda high pitched voice with an accent Firelolly couldn’t recognise, welcomed Millie. “Firelolly flopped against the wall, still shaking. “Hey guys, you wanna meet my friend.” He heard Millie say. “Oh no, this means it’s my turn to introduce myself to them.

“Well,he’s suppose to be here, Firelolly! They want to see you!” Millie called. “I’m coming.” he called back, stopping abruptly when I pitched voice who’s gender was impossible to tell, laughed at his name. “You know what, screw it. I’ll go on in there, and just pray they don’t hate me.” Firelolly slowly went next to Millie, revealing his presence to all 3 products. One of which had the creepiest face he’d ever seen, he screamed a bit. Even though he was doing nothing but sitting, and smoking something, he didn’t even want to read his label, the only thing he managed to read was “Grits”. As he was dying of embarrassment. The brown product jolted up and said: “Why’d ya scream at me? Do I look bad?!”He cried. Firelolly slowly waddled over to where the 3 were. “Nope....you” He look another look at his face, this time right into his eyes, he was actually sort of pretty. But he got freaked out, and fell on his back. “Wah!” Only for him to get back up. “What the hell, are you gay for me?” “No!” Firelolly jolted. “Dude, it wasn’t meant to be a mean thing, why are you so damn weird ‘bout it?” “I don’t know why, but why are you with me, Millie is WAY WAY more entertaining than me!” He got a glance of Millie, making the weirdest expression, a slight smile with puppy eyes. “Hey, Mr Gritty! I’m Millie!”

 She squeezed herself between the two. “Don’t call me “Gritty”.” He murmured. Millie looked around the place, and made a small “squee” of happiness.” “I can’t believe that I’m here, man! I’ve always wanted to meet ya guys!!” Millie said, gleefully. “Weeeellll then.” Firelolly said. “Guess I just have to sit with, Fi, Wifi, Firewa...wa...weh. That guy!” He pointed to Firewater, who had fallen asleep. Firelolly inched towards him. “um, Hi” he whispered. The orange rectangle twitched his left arm, then hit him with his arm. “Isn’t he cute?” The twinkie Sugar Bear had told him about asked. “Um? No, he’s fat.” Twinkie looked at him. “how? I think he’s pretty sexy!” “What? EW!!” He cringed. “But, he is, Firewat, Firelolly!” “No he’s not. Your on crack, Twinkie, your out of your freakin’ mind, man.” Firelolly was suddenly interrupted by Millie.....swooning over Mr Grits.

 “Oh damn, it’s hot in here, someone turn down the heat!” She cooed. “Are you in love with me?” Grits asked. “No! I’m not, I just like you.” The cake roll stammered. “I think your in love with me, Millie. Ya keep strokin’ my side like that.” Millie kept on patting Grits’ stomach until he said that. “What, I’m not touching anything.....oooh!! weed!” Millie took the kazoo and had at least 10 hits, before falling back. “Ah, gooood stuff! Right Sir Griddles?” “Mr Grits,not Sir Griddles, and yes it’s pretty good stuff.” Then out of no where, Rice Guy came into the picture. “What’s up guys.” Grits smirked at the tan and green version of him. “what?” he said. Rice Guy sat next to Millie. “YAY!” Both boxes of grain jumped a bit. “I’ve got 2 sexy grain boxes!!” “You just called me sexy, now you can’t doubt that you love me.” Mr Grits laughed. “No, Rice Man is prettier.” Rice Guy blushed happily. “Aw, your so cute!” Millie cooed. and scooted over to him.

“This is the first time I’ve confessed my love to you, Rice Guy. Firelolly cringed at Millie hitting on his friend. “aw, baby!” She tried to kiss him, when Mr Grits mADE HER TURNED ON!” “Damn I eat to many crackers,” Millie paused. “mah stomach is telling me that 50 crackers was too much. Millie crawled over to the other box of grains. Lay her head on his chest, and moaned. Firelolly felt sick watching, but he couldn’t stop. It was that interesting. She massaged the brown grits box, cuddling him like a plush toy. Firewater woke up, and made a weird A$$ face. Half squint, half disbelief. “aHHHHH” Firewater screeched, then ran away, but tripped and belly flopped on the ground. “egh, me guts, man..” He moaned. Slowly getting up, he fell on his square end cause he got drunk off himself. Twink nearly crapped himself “I coming, Firey!” He ran to him, but Firelolly only cared about Millie’s antics. “having fun, Millie?” He asked. “Yes, Mr Grits great belly, its soft.” Firelolly looked at grits’ face. He was sleeping. Millie noticed and fangirled. “AW MR GRIT SOOOOOOO CUTE WHEN HE SLEEPING!!” He woke up. “Your more of a softie than Firewater’s pot belly.” He turn around. “You call’n me fat?” “yes firewater, You ARE FAT” Grits giggled like a school girl. “what’s going on.” Said Firelolly,